Post by Hayden on Jul 23, 2010 7:43:15 GMT -5
Hayden: I promise you Hayden, this is nothing compared to the pain I WANT to inflict on you. Save yourself the pain and just GIVE UP!
Hayden slowly lifts his head to the mic as DTG lowers it slowly into his face. The fans now chanting "Don't Do It!" Darth That Guy snarls at Hayden as he glares into his eyes awaiting his decision.
Big Al: Well folks, was a good match. But this pretty much does it. On to the next one.
Fuzz: Bullshit Al, Hayden hasn't said anything yet. He may still have fight yet. In fact, I'd bet on it.
TBC
Almost as an answer to Fuzz's prediction, all the microphone catches as it is lowered to Hayden's bloodied and battered head is the sound of muffled laughter, choked out between breathless gasps of air as Hayden defies the Sith Lord for yet another time. Frustrated, Darth That Guy begins to plow into the skull of the Jackass with the microphone itself, bludgeoning his head with an amplified thud following each blow. Hayden soon tires of the tirade, bringing a solitary knee up and kneeing his assailant in the small of his back with the point of his kneecap. The shot is just enough to stop DTG's attack momentarily, as the shock-waves of the pinpoint knee strike send shudders throughout much of the Sith's body. In the small window of an opening, Hayden manages to free one arm. With his one free hand, he balls a fist and lands a shot squarely to the nose of Darth That Guy, sending the heavyweight sprawling backwards as blood begins to spurt out of his right nostril. Hayden is free to stand to his feet, but it is no quick process. The Kiwi staggers and struggles to make a vertical base, the gash across his head now covering his entire face with a crimson mask. As if drunk, he staggers to the rope, looking for much needed support.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
And once again, the Jackass rises. I must say, he's harder to put down than an old family dog.
~~Big Al~~
He's just delaying the inevitable Fuzz. Stick a fork in this one, he's as good as done.
[/center]And once again, the Jackass rises. I must say, he's harder to put down than an old family dog.
~~Big Al~~
He's just delaying the inevitable Fuzz. Stick a fork in this one, he's as good as done.
Before DTG can recover, Hayden had already begun to shake away the weariness from his demeanor. Making his way over toward the Sith, Hayden is quick to grab the bull by the horns and locks the bigger man into a sleeper hold from behind. Instead of being content to settle in one position, Hayden drags the reeling Sith across the ring while still applying the hold, nearing the corner where the two pairs of handcuffs are still set up from earlier in the match. The Jackass releases the hold only to snap one handcuff closed around the muscular right wrist of DTG. The Sith struggles to free himself, in vain. By the time he fully realises his predicament, his left hand is also entrapped in the handcuff confines and Hayden has free reign to step back and admire the struggle. The red faced Sith, still angry at Hayden's defiance glares across at him, desperately trying to summon the force to banish the Jackass once and for all, but no such power comes, and Hayden is free to walk over and pick up the bloodied microphone.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
Come on Darth.
We both know that I am never going to give up, and we both know that you have nowhere to go. Do the smart thing, just two words will end it all and you will be free again.
Come on Darth.
We both know that I am never going to give up, and we both know that you have nowhere to go. Do the smart thing, just two words will end it all and you will be free again.
He thrusts the mike forward at the mouth of his opponent, but the only reply he gets is an undistinguished grunt or two as a rejection of his offer. Hayden shrugs, uncaringly.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
Fine, I guess we will do this the hard way. You had your chance.
Fine, I guess we will do this the hard way. You had your chance.
Hayden sets the mike down on the floor, leaving the Sith Lord to watch him as he turns to walk away. Without warning, Hayden swings back around again, unleashing a wild hay-maker to the side of the Sith's head with his vicious left fist. DTG's head rocks on its foundations, threatening to tear away from the neck as he weathers the blow. Hayden, his hand aching from the unexpected "Power of the South-Paw" turns and exits the ring momentarily. When he returns, he is holding his Ball'n'Chain, wrapping the long chain around his left hand and letting the ball dangle below. Darth That Guy, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness once more, watches the Jackass approach him and his eyes widen.
Hayden swings once, aiming low and catching DTG across the left kneecap. The sickening thud reverberates around the arena as the steel ball slams into the bone of his opponent's knee. Again, Hayden swings, taking out his right knee. DTG buckles and crumples to the ground, or as close as the handcuffs will allow him to sink. He is left in an almost crucifix position, the metallic cuffs digging deep into his wrists and drawing blood. Hayden winds up the ball to swing it once more, not above his head this time but at his side. The Ball'n'Chain expert aims his shot carefully, and swings at just the right time to get past DTG's defenses. He catches him in the chest, expelling whatever air is left in the exhausted lungs of the Sith Lord. As DTG's head begins to droop and his eyelids become heavy, Hayden picks up the microphone again, in his right hand.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
I can do this all night Darth. Say it, or I will end your career tonight.
I can do this all night Darth. Say it, or I will end your career tonight.
Darth That Guy raises his head just a little, his eyes screaming out in pain at the relentless New Zealander's punishment. He wheezes an answer of sorts at the microphone, but his voice is so quiet from being winded that the mike doesn't even register it. Hayden tilts his head sideways in response, knowing that the crowd had not heard Darth's response.
~~Hayden HardKore~~
Say it a little louder Darth... I don't quite think they heard you.
Say it a little louder Darth... I don't quite think they heard you.
Again, Hayden thrusts the microphone in DTG's face, right up to his lips this time. Again, Darth opens his mouth to speak. The sound it not much louder than last time, but it is enough for the crowd around the arena to pick up his voice.
~~Darth That Guy~~
I... Quit...
I... Quit...
With that, DTG's head droops and he sinks into the long anticipated bout of unconsciousness that Hayden had been expecting. Hayden simply drops to his knees, the blood dripping down from his forehead running down his cheeks and off the end of his nose like red tears, but they are blood-tears of joy. Exhausted, injured and more than a little ecstatic, Hayden drops the Ball'n'Chain and the microphone simultaneously, his head touching his chest and looking at the ground as if bowing in respect.
It is not until the bell sounds and the referee carries the coveted King of the Deathmatch Championship belt over to him does Hayden respond at all. The belt is thrusted into his hands, and he simply lets it fall into his lap, staring down at it. As CKY's "96 Quite Bitter Beings" begins to play, the realisation finally begins to sink in. It is a realisation that is reassured moments later when Charlie Coors slinks into the ring, mike in his hand and ready to announce the winner of the match.
~~Charlie Coors~~
The winner of the match... And NEW King of the Deathmatch Champion.
The Jackass...
Hayden... Hard-Kore!
[/center]The winner of the match... And NEW King of the Deathmatch Champion.
The Jackass...
Hayden... Hard-Kore!
The carnage strewn around him, the slumped body of Darth That Guy and the team of EMT's now frantically trying to free the Sith from the handcuffs that hold him in place. The cheering crowd that chant his name and the blood pouring from the open wound on his forehead. It is all too familiar to Hayden, he stares up at the masses for the first time since becoming crowned again, for the first time as a three time KOTDM Champion. With the first glance, Hayden knows, he is home.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Somehow, some way... Hayden HardKore has done it.
He came out here with the Psychotic Circus in his mind. He came out here to prove a point that he will not be intimidated, and he proved it tonight Al. Hayden HardKore is walking away as champion!
~~Big Al~~
The old man still has some fight in him. Not exactly a "New-Age" type of champion, but he knows how to wield a weapon Fuzz. And he sure takes a beating.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Was that a... compliment from you Al? My goodness!
[/center]Somehow, some way... Hayden HardKore has done it.
He came out here with the Psychotic Circus in his mind. He came out here to prove a point that he will not be intimidated, and he proved it tonight Al. Hayden HardKore is walking away as champion!
~~Big Al~~
The old man still has some fight in him. Not exactly a "New-Age" type of champion, but he knows how to wield a weapon Fuzz. And he sure takes a beating.
~~Fuzz Jennings~~
Was that a... compliment from you Al? My goodness!
As Hayden's music continues to play, he begins the long and triumphant drunken swagger back toward the backstage area, gold belt draped over his shoulder in its rightful place.
EOT
